This is a post about , you guessed right, Gondolin. It's basically all the eventsthat happened in its history. If nobody else minds, I would like to play the part of King Turgon, High King of the Nolfor after the death of Fingolfin.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

YEAH!
I want to be
Idril the one and only Daughter of Turgon...(go me!)

Im not posting her history cause if you haven't read the SImirillion TOO BAD!

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Lovely, she's my favorite female Elf, you know. Good choice, Deawen! Though, of course, someone else will have to be Tuor... Oh! I know! How about Sen Starfire?)

Turgon had followed Ulmo's instructions. He had left the armour and sword, and now his city was built. He started to bring small groups of his people there. He first brought his daughter, Idril. She had told him that her mother would have loved his new city. When she had said this, a tight knot welled in his throat. His wife had perished on the Helcaraxe after Feanor had betrayed them.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

stands defiantly....* Meh thats not funny Cabrador Artinwe...)

Idril waited for her Father to return from the old city she missed him terribly.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Stop calling me that! !)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Deawen, I've already brought Idril to Gondolin; so you do'n't need to wait for me.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

okay

Idril wandered around the seventh gate she was joyful that so many had made it alive and survivied the journey.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

May I join?

Character name: Duvainhel (meaning: Beautiful Darkness Maiden)
Age: Unkown
Race: Noldor, Calaquendi
Weapons: A slender elven sword and a bow of the Galadhrim
Appearance: Height: 6'4", usually wears greens, grays and blues

Background: Went to Valinor with the rest of the Noldor but came back with Feanor, soon saw the madness in following him and became loyal to Fingolfin. Is now living in Gondolin as a lady-in-waiting to Idril.
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Devainhel kept an eye on her lady, Idril. The journey had been perilous and they had lost several gaurds to get Lady Idril there safely.

sure

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((LOL!!!! I LOVE your sig Deawen!!! ))

I don't plan on joining, but I thought I'd point out that while Laurelindorenan was in existance at the time, though it was a weak kingdom, I don't think there was much commerce between it and Gondolin - besides...the elves of Ossiriand would make better bows than the Galadhrim. ^_^

I'm not trying to be picky or annoying or anything, I just have a habit of pointing out things like that.

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(Don't worry, Aerandir, I pop in in out of posts all the time. Actually, I was going to point out that the Galadhrim did not exist at this time. Indeed, I was under the impression that Laurelindorenan did not exist at all until the Second Age.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....